A little about a lot

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Like the little idiots we are ...

I have this daily meditation book called "A Year with C.S. Lewis."
Each day it takes an excerpt from one of his many writings.

I just had to share this morning's reading.

Point of Contact
"We must not think Pride is something God forbids because He is offended at it, or that Humility is something He demands as due to His own dignity - as if God Himself was proud.

He is not in the least worried about His dignity.

The point is, He wants you to know Him: wants to give you Himself.

And He and you are two things of such a kind that if you really get into any kind of touch with Him you will, in fact, be humble- delightedly humble, feeling the infinite relief of having for once got rid of all the silly nonsense about your own dignity which has made you restless and unhappy all your life.

He is trying to make you humble in order to make this moment possible: trying to take off a lot of silly, ugly, fancy-dress in which we have all got ourselves up and are strutting about like the little idiots we are.

I wish I had got a bit futher with humility myself: if I had, I could probably tell you more about the relief, the comfort, of taking the fancy-dress off - getting rid of the false self, with all its 'Look at me' and 'Aren't I a good boy?' and all its posing and posturing.

To get even near it, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert."

- from Mere Christianity

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Things I've Lost

Got the idea from brother's post on Things I've Broken.

A dog
Ability to flirt
Common sense
Track of time
My fricking mind
Driver's license
My breath
Loved ones
My temper
My car
Jackie's green ring


Fun fact for the day: There was a report that just came across the scanner about a white male in a t-shirt and bluejeans standing at the corner of a busy intersection and holding a huge sign that says "I need $10,0000 for wine research."

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Easy post

Stole it from Sarah.

Ten firsts:
first halloween costume: clown with a trucker's hat.
first best friend: Darcy Ferguson
first screen name: edieh22
first time to see the ocean: Not sure how old I was - maybe 9 or 10 - in Florida with Uncle Ted for spring training. I remember the bathing suit - black and white striped with a pink ruffle.
first C: Senior year of college - Journalism ethics. No, this does not reflect on my ethics - it's just that the class was a waste of my time and I couldn't stand the professor.
first job: Lifeguard at Chapman Municipal Pool
first pet: ummm...Tom the cat, I guess. Or Andy.
first stuffed animal: The first one I remember is a pink pig that I ended up dunking in the toilet. When mom tried to take it away from me I cried for days.
first school: Blueridge Elementary School - where my mom teaches.

Nine lasts
last hug: Sarah Muncy Sunday night
last movie: 101 Dalmations - Disney version. It's great to nap to.
last text message: Aunt sheri - "How is your day?"
last cd played: Third Day's worship album
last bubble bath: A couple months ago, I think. On a really, really cold day.
last time you cried: Sunday.
last date: Geez. I don't think I've ever been on a "date."
last time you ate something: Yogurt about an hour ago.
last time you said 'I love you': To Jackie on Saturday.

Eight 'have you evers'
have you ever dated one of your best friends: Yes. The best relationships definitely are when you are friends first. But, it hurts worse to lose a boyfriend who was a best friend than one who wasn't.
have you ever skinny dipped: ohhhhh yes
have you ever been on tv: Girls Gone Wild (sorority edition.)
have you ever lost someone you loved: Yes
have you ever been depressed: not really. I've been sad, but not really depressed.
have you ever woken up and not known where you were? Yup, all the time. (that sounds worse than it really is.)
have you ever laughed so hard you peed your pants: nope. I've laughed so hard that I had to lie down, though.
have you ever been in love?: Yes

Seven places you've been
Russia, Italy, Detroit (ks.), Puerto Rico, Mexico, Switzerland, Upland (it consists of a snake-infested building and a park)

Six things you did yesterday
Decided my refridgerator isn't working
requested Sarah make me a color-coded chart to make it easier to remember all the random men in her life
became furious at the editor of the Collegian - almost to the point of physical violence
answered about a kabillion e-mails asking how the Knight Ridder sale affects me
had my diet coke blow up
took a nap

Five things in no particular order
peppermint wrapper, stack of pennies, note from Yoda, cell phone, Planet Sub menu

Four people you can tell anything to
God is pretty much the only one I tell EVERYTHING to.
But close seconds are Mom, Jackie, Sarah Muncy and Sarah Rice. And Helen. That's five. Six if you count God, which you should.

Three wishes
1) a job on the daily
2) to live in the country
3) To meet the cute basketball coach (unless he's married - then I don't want to meet him)

Two things you want to do before you die:
Married with children, own horses

One thing you regret:
The times I tried to be someone else.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006


A co-worker told me yesterday that a smile is good for a broken heart, even if it's difficult to muster.

My heart is broken. A very important person in my life is gone and I'm mainly not OK with it, but my comfort comes from knowing that God will take care of me if I let Him, and he'll take care of my family.

But smiling also seems to help. The co-worker is right.

So, since I've been home the majority of last week, and surrounded by farmers, I thought I'd share some farmerisms that make me smile with you all. Feel free to add your own.

When burning a field there is no need in worrying that your fire might get out of control and burn down half the county. That fire WILL NOT jump the barbed wire fence.

If you are riding shotgun, you are the gateman. No, you don't get a seatbelt, that will just slow you down. Also, leave those pliars alone - we like to be able to roll down the windows.

When separating calves - for God's sake, don't move. If you do run for the fence only to narrowly escape being trampled by a mad momma cow, don't expect any sympathetic looks.

Never, ever do anything with hay without a shirt on.

What bathrooms?

It is possible to do some farming from your Lincoln while driving on the blacktop.

If you're ever at a loss for something to talk about - talk about how we need rain.